Hand Job (for MMOM: Mara/Luke)
This fic is rated: PG-13
Fandom: Star Wars
Characters/Pairing: Mara Jade/Luke Skywalker
Timeline: before Union
Summary: sneaky Mara
Warnings: het, nudity
Word Count: 100
Feedback: yes, please! Concrit welcomed.
Distribution: archiving, linking or remixing ok, just credit me and drop me a line!
Cross-Posted were_lemur, skywalker_days, mmom, marafics
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Disclaimer: George Lucas owns Star Wars. I own a 22-year-old pickup truck. I hope that Mr. Lucas will accept this story as the tribute to his genius it is, and not sue me for what little I have. No infringement is intended, no profit is being made.
Mara Jade, former Emperor's Hand and assassin, current spy, sometime smuggler, and occasional thief, slipped through the spartan bedroom. The sound of the shower would cover her approach.
She eased off her disguise; plain blue coveralls, and stringy, mousy wig. Padded across the tiles toward the shower.
Now, she abandoned stealth. Slid the shower door open with one smooth motion.
"Surprise!"
Luke Skywalker mock-glared at his fiancée, who wore nothing but a mischevious grin. She stepped into the shower. "I thought I'd help you wash your back."
"Sneaky," he said.
"You forgot 'underhanded'," she said, and reached down for him.
Fandom: Star Wars
Characters/Pairing: Mara Jade/Luke Skywalker
Timeline: before Union
Summary: sneaky Mara
Warnings: het, nudity
Word Count: 100
Feedback: yes, please! Concrit welcomed.
Distribution: archiving, linking or remixing ok, just credit me and drop me a line!
Cross-Posted were_lemur, skywalker_days, mmom, marafics
My FanFic Masterlist
Disclaimer: George Lucas owns Star Wars. I own a 22-year-old pickup truck. I hope that Mr. Lucas will accept this story as the tribute to his genius it is, and not sue me for what little I have. No infringement is intended, no profit is being made.
Mara Jade, former Emperor's Hand and assassin, current spy, sometime smuggler, and occasional thief, slipped through the spartan bedroom. The sound of the shower would cover her approach.
She eased off her disguise; plain blue coveralls, and stringy, mousy wig. Padded across the tiles toward the shower.
Now, she abandoned stealth. Slid the shower door open with one smooth motion.
"Surprise!"
Luke Skywalker mock-glared at his fiancée, who wore nothing but a mischevious grin. She stepped into the shower. "I thought I'd help you wash your back."
"Sneaky," he said.
"You forgot 'underhanded'," she said, and reached down for him.